Opening both eyes to navigate herself to the coffee, Sarah gave Claire a groggy grin. "It really worries me that Bennet coffee is less scary than the stuff Nathan makes that could peel paint at fifty paces if it decided it wanted to, because I'm fully convinced it's sentient and plotting to take over the world," she teased, then indicated the flower as she set it aside. "Tigerlilies are my favorite, the white ones are one of the wedding flowers." She winked at Claire. "Peter's more than a bit of a romantic."
Sarah took the handle of the cup with minimal infliction of heat burns to herself, but that was only due to a cushion of air quickly and sleepily summoned to block the heat. That it was nearly too hot to touch with it, she didn't make a production out of, as even half-asleep, she wasn't insensitive.